Born to Miria and Durzo Kakyri in late 202, Kylar was a weak child at first. His cries seemed half hearted at best and he was constantly in need of an apothecary or healer. Miria eventually fell ill herself, and before her second child was full term she passed away taking the darling unborn with her.

Durzo, a Binder by trade, fell into a deep depression that the dregs of ale mugs and bottom of liquor glasses couldn't drown out. His son, now going towards three, was given into an orphanage's care as he father lost his place with the guild and lost all his income. Eventually even Durzo was never heard of again, though there's no telling if he's alive or dead.

Life in the orphanage was fine for Kylar for three years, during such time the priestesses who tended to the children taught them all how to speak, read, and write. They claimed that knowledge was the future of us all, and the Light made it possible for us all read and write thus all should learn how. They were very kind to the children, having them work in the temples cleaning, cooking, and gardening. They learned of the Eight, and several devoted themselves to a life in their service, just not Kylar. Much to the dismay of the priestesses, the young boy had a violent side and a short temperament.

After four years of being with the orphanage, Kylar was sent off to work under an apothecary. He had become a problem for the temple, and they hoped that apprentice work would help him better than they. They were both right and wrong, Kylar took to medicine with a zealousness that bordered on obsession, but he also despised his master. The life of an apprentice isn't filled with much sleep or alone time, but his gentle caring teacher gave the young boy plenty of space in hopes of helping him.

Nights, Kylar would slip out of the shop and make for the darker parts of town where he met with other boys and began getting into fights. These children of the street toughened the once sickly child, made him thick skinned and sratched that itch for violence he had. It was during one of these fights, about a year after he'd begun his apprenticeship, that a not so common thief took notice of the child who would beat the snot out of boys larger and older than him simply for the sheer joy of it.

This not so normal thief, Acaelis, approached the boy Kylar one night after he'd, Acaelis, watched him, Kylar, beat a twelve year old senseless with his, Kylar's, fists. A short discussion, and Kylar gained a second master, only this one was in the arts of stealth and death. Acaelis was an assissin, and I say was because there's only one way to move up from apprentice.
Starting at eight years old, nearing nine in just a few months, Kylar snuck out at night to meet with Acaelis. His first lessons weren't in blades or bows, they were in principles. He learned rules, and harsh diciplines for breaking them. Boundaries could be tested, but if he crossed them he'd be punished and he was never told where the lines were.
Years went by, with Kylar learning to use blades and bows, to move silently and unseen, to turn his growing knowledge of medicines against people as poisons, and several other important skills.

At that age of 17, Acaelis started to let Kylar take his own jobs. Low ranking noblemen who needed whores silenced, or rivaling wealthy commoners who wanted one or the other taken care of for good. He even did a few less evil jobs, sneaking lovers' notes back and forth or smuggling young women out of dangerous situations. In all, Kylar grew into being both an exemplary apothecary and shadow of the night.

At 18 he was given his test, after ten years of apprenticing under the apothecary master he was able to test out and became a journeyman apothecary. It was four years later that he tested up to the rank of Adept where he's stayed, running a small shop in Stormvale. A year after gaining the rank of adept, Acaelis began to tell Kylar about the ways of moving up as an assassin. He was also given a deadline to advance, a year to make his move up or he'd be killed himself.

That year went by, and three days prior to the date set for his own death, Acaelis suddenly grew quite ill. He tried every medicine under the sun and some that grow underground, but nothing worked. His illness was a simple one, just a common cold, or so it seemed. When Kylar appeared the 'check' on him, he explained. - Over the course of that year he'd snuck a combination of medicine and poison into Acaelis' drink and food, building them up in his body so that they wouldn't take hold anymore. Kylar didn't make his former master suffer, with a knife to his heart, he took his title of master assassin.

Now 26 nearing 27, Kylar's shop has grown slightly as has his studies of medical care. His nightly dealings, in the shadows with cloaks and daggers, have slowed only in the slightest as fewer and fewer worry about petty issues with news of war on the horizon. Even then, he still takes the odd job as often as he can.

Character Features

Short cropped black hair crowns a medium angular face on a slightly oval face. Blue eyes covered with trimmed eyebrows, a moderate pointed nose, thin lips and a firm jawline set with a constant day's old scruff. Down from there is a neck, barely sloping shoulders, and arms of tightened muscles, shoulders having time faded scars across them in myriad. Down further is his chest and abs, hidden by his sleeveless long tunic, but form hugged enough to show that they too are toned. Belted in place over a pair of trousers that lead down to boots where they tuck in. He's all charcoal grays and blacks with a hooded hauberk belted over all of that.